Abigail gawks, "This is Shale?! Diadochi, you have known HER all along?!" Abigail moves to keep seven feet away from Diadochi, Shale/Darkclay, and Weatherbee. "You all just keep your distance, and we may be able to still hear each other out."
((Not trusting Diadochi or the people who have largely been his contacts; Abigail readies the Dash action if Diadochi, Shale/Darkclay, or Weatherbee break the seven feet - she does not want to be within striking distance of any of these people, and will start back toward town if her bubble is broken.))
The Mayor, about 40 feet away from everyone by his house glances over, then sort of shrugs before going back to work. His guards, however, are keeping a closer eye on all parties.
Weatherbee, continuing to play the flute, looks over. Then there's a small sigh as he stops and pauses. "He sounds like you, Cora. Slowing down to watch plants," he gives a small laugh. "But, whatever you've been doing, seems to have brought more hardship on yourself. I don't want to say I told you so but," he goes back to playing his flute.
Cora takes a few steps off the porch and over towards the group. Enough room to be able to move, sprint, or leap onto the house a bit more. "Yes, you knew me as Shale. You may all call me Miss Darkclay if you'd like." She looks over the groups before giving out a small sigh. "After you all, disrupted my mission, I now need your assistance in finishing it. I am willing to pay triple what Blackmire is paying for this." Darkclay's voice gets a little bit lower. "It's a powerful object. One that needs to be kept in the sacred vaults of the Holy Temple." She gestures to the robes that cover her.
Lafetha, looking at the robes, you have no idea what branch they could belong to.
"It seems that there's a single way to get back inside. Or at least one that would not require a few extra years of work. As such, I figured turning to you all would be the best bet. When you killed the goblin Rot, you all stopped the ability to get inside. To the remainder of the temple and where-ever the relic rests." She shifts on her feet a little bit, a slight bounce back and forth. "That is why I need your help. I believe it is divine providence that a capable group, including one that I knew when I was younger, show up when I'm on my divine quest."
"It will require us working with that creature in the tree. Not my ideal way of achieving this goal, but, times call for improvisation." Darkclay shoots a look to Yaalin and Lafetha. "That includes working with apostates. For the greater good of us all."
When Diadochi asks about how they know eachother, Salby chips up from a interlude of flute playing. "Polaris Project. She was asked to come this way for her own goals, and who am I to say no to having a travel companion!"
Diadochi stares at Abigail in disbelief, "Yes, but I didn't know that I knew her until right now. Like I said she knows me and my family, but I didn't know who she could be. There are a lot of people my family and we are by profession and hobby very sociable, so the list was quite large. it took looking her in the face to know for sure."
Abigail growls at Diadochi, still clearly upset about being put in this position. "Wait, you want to bring Alul into this? His thirst for vengeance too great. Unless he has toned it down since last we met, his goals are drastically different than my own. I may be okay with targeting the Hn'ti's leader - almost exclusively on what little trust I still have in the words of my compatriots," glancing over at Diadochi, "but I am not looking to get paid to assist in the extermination of a whole village, which is what Alul intends to do."
((While almost a completely secular individual, Abigail actually is somewhat eased by at least the notion of the Faith getting the artifact over some wealthy individual - her personal faith being somewhat in line to a, "Sure I am Christian, my parents were, and I like Easter and sometimes go to Christmas Mass... or at least I think about going..." It also does not hurt that the individual formally known as Shale just offered a larger sum.))
Sim steps up and says “I’m sure you can understand our hesitation to side with someone who stole from us, lied to us about their identity and could be again, tried to kill goblins by promising them lies so they would sacrifice themselves for you, and tried to use us to their own ends. If the words you speak are true maybe you would submit to a mental connection to verify it.” Sim taps the helm.
Darkclay's face moves through both frustration and amusement. She rolls her shoulders a bit before twisting her head in a effort to crack her neck. The loud pops seeming to startle not only Weatherbee but a few of the farmers who glance over for a brief moment.
"It's amusing that you say steal from, but yet you're wearing something taken from a locked chest in my own place of solitude." She seems to smile a bit shaking her head. "But, I'm afraid I cannot submit to anything on that. I know exactly what it can do, and last thing I need is someone implanting a suggestion giving you all the chance to strike. Trust goes both ways, and I know you left a high body count on your way to meet up in the mountain. It would be against my own safety to follow that action."
Weatherbee gives Darkclay a look, seeming to roll his eyes.
"That being said. The only thing I stole from you all, which you owned, was some coin. What you had in your possession wasn't exactly yours, either. I'm a bit, amused you never returned them to their owner."
You all remember, Yaalin lied to the Mayor's face about having the stones when he asked about them after the goblin's attempt to steal them, and heading up on the mountain. The mayor doesn't seem to be listening, but, that could change if he hears certain key words on what has happened.
"But I do take offense at your suggestion of lying to them. Teaching them of what had happened to our world, how to find salvation, and guaranteeing their salvation in the name of the Iron Queen. That is not a lie. Those that would have given themselves freely to my divine quest, their souls shall pass to the four towers and join in eternal light. Past transgressions erased. For some, I believe they felt they had done a lot. The one who taught Rot was incredibly cruel and seemed to take joy in it. Said it was simply the way of their people."
There's a deep sigh, before she looks about the group once more. "I cannot make any of you trust me, just as I can't trust any of you yet. But, in all our encounters, while I did hide my identity for my own mission, I never caused any true harm. And my goal is to protect. Yours is that of mercenaries, hired by a unknown to gain something that they either don't know is dangerous, or know and aren't telling you. I'm open to other suggestions if you have any on how to get it done another way."
“You took gold from our person. I took this from a chest in an abandoned room. Not knowing you put it there. Or maybe you didn’t, maybe it was there before you found that room and you just look to twist words. You call it teaching of salvation but I doubt you came right out and said in helping you they would all die. But you are correct in the fact you can not make any of us trust you and vice versa so all I can do is promise not to implant any suggestions if you were to submit to verifying the truth of your intentions. I will use it only to verify and not harm you at this point. Down the road may be different and I won’t promise to never use it against you but for the next ten minutes I can.”
"If we work with you, we cannot bring or inform Alul - the tiger man - of our intentions unless we are able to convince him to end his wrath with the killing of the Hn'ti leader and those that stand in our way. We will also need guarantees that the Faith will work things out with the Blackmire Company to forgive our breach of contract. Your offer of pay is good, but I will still need to work someplace after we are done here."
Yaalin unfolds her arms approaching Shale/Darklay until she is only 5 or so feet from her. Keeping her voice low enough that those close could hear but the mayor and his guards shouldn't.
"I do not trust you, you do not trust me. before negotiations continue I suggest we dispense with trust for a moment and let truth speak for us."
her hand swirls in front of her before a pulse washes over the minds of everyone within 15 feet of her as a Zone of Truth washes from her, and keeping her voice low,
"I have no desire to let the Faith take control of something as powerful as you claim. and if it not as powerful as you expect I have no problem letting someone else have it. Money does not interest me and neither does blood, I know for a fact that you are responsible for ordering the attack on this town and I would love nothing more than to see the innocent dead receive their justice. I know you have no apparent qualms about letting others pay with their lives for what you desire and that is a trait that should haunt your very soul. you serve a purpose of being expendable in my duty as I suspect is the same purpose we serve to you. you will have to swear that we get the final say in who gain control of the apple should we be successful. without that promise, under a truth spell I will not work with you."
As she finishes her quiet speech she will stare down Shale/Darklay not in an intimidating way but in a steady resolved way.
It looked as if Darkclay was going to say something to the idea of Sim's and the helmet, but, the situation takes a brief turn. The moment that Yaalin begins to cast, Darkclay, Weatherbee, and some of the guards take a much stronger notice. There's a brief flicker of energy seeming to come off of Cora before, nothing. A bit of a chuckle.
"Oh. It's that."
As Yaalin moves closer, the guards begin to encircle the group. Keeping about thirty feet but the casting of spells now has everyone on edge. However Yaalin feels that neither Darkclay or Weatherbee resist the spell.
"I was not at any combat here in the town," Darkclay begins. "I was busy doing my divine and lawful duty. Perhaps you know it. The fact that it is illegal to be one such as yourself in all the lands. And we, the members of the faith, have a divine duty to purge in a effort to protect."
The grim reminder that "witches," such as those who use arcane powers, or show divine energy coming from not the faith, are killed. Some Priests and Knights are known to be judge and jury. Others enable a trial. Or banish those that are deemed 'not a threat' away. But in many communities inside the 5 Kingdoms, this is law. And nobody bats an eye to it.
"But no. That promise I will not give. I am asking for your contracted services, in which you will be justly compensated, for a task. In which I will ensure that Blackmire does not consider this a breach of contract. Perhaps, if we are all successful, I can see about making it so you and that one," she makes a head nod to Lafetha, "have a easier time back in the Kingdoms. It would be the least I could do."
She takes a small step away, putting a bit more than 5 feet between them. "However, you now know my offer. It is a term of employment. You assist me, but I get the relic and we make sure it stays locked away in the Holy Temple. I'll be at the Inn until nightfall. If you chose to accept it, meet me there. If not, then divine providence will bring us all back together regardless." She takes a look around at the guards. "But our time of being welcomed guests appears over."
Darkclay turns and heads over to Weathersbee, who stops playing his flute for a moment. They embrace in a tight hug. It looks as if Darkclay gives a tighter hug than Weathersbee, before they break. She turns and begins to walk off out of town. Weathersbee, looking over, spins his flute a few times.
"It actually is her helmet ya know," he says with a bit of a wink.
"I am not sorry I did what I just did, I am sorry that it will possibly make your lives harder." she gazes sadly directly at Diadochi, "I will not work with her. We had a plan when we started and you were all on board and yes things have changed, and yes it seems your trust has shifted elsewhere but I intend to follow our first instinct and hope you will accompany me in that pursuit."
She will let the zone fall and walk towards the mayor
She politely waits for him to have a moment and ask him if he will be willing to indulge her curiosity in some of the towns layout.
Sim follows after Cora. Quickly to catch up to her. “I just have one question. Then I will leave you alone. I want to know whether you intend to release the priestess and her evil inside the temple. If there is a way to get the Apple without releasing her and you will square things with Blackmire....I will think on it. But if you intend to let the evil out I must oppose you and I am sure you understand that. As for the helm...”
he takes it off looks at it for a moment and Holds it out to her.
“I may be a mercenary when needed but I am not a thief.”
Cora looks over at Sim, with a slght tilt in her head. She shakes her head. "I intend to destroy whatever is beyond there. It can't be allowed to exist. That is why I need your help. Cleans whatever is beyond there, then get the apple. As for if there's another way, I do not know." She looks at the helmet and chuckles a bit. "You know, if we all live through this. Give it to me after. Right now I feel it will better suit your needs than mine." She pats the helmet for a moment. "Just... never read the mind of someone you care about." She continues on her walk back into town, keeping at a slower pace than you all have seen her move before.
The Mayor looks over at Yaalin, one of the guards seeming to be following her by about 50 paces. "Well, that was interesting. Everything alright over there?" He ask before talking a bit about the layout. His house, the largest, being on the outside due to owning the land best suited to farm on. Orta's house and tree, by an abandoned part of town that nobody wants to live near. They've been taking stones from that area to build newer small houses close to the main square and the front 'gate' that's been rather ineffective. The Blood Raven is the sole proper 'building' that isn't a home and acts as a community space, along with a spot for any weary travelers. There's a cave, technically a salt mine, thats closest to Orta's. It's always cold there, but has some water that doesn't seem to freeze. Overall, there is not a city planner and seems that if you can get the rocks and materials needed to build a house, you simply just start building as long as it's not on top of someone elses. However, only the mayor has any real 'land'.
Yaalin sighs, "Who and What I am are not always welcome. I cast a harmless spell to ensure someone was telling the truth and while they made it clear they would rather see me dead..." she shakes herself, " sorry it is not your problem to deal with but yes everything is fine. You had shouted something during that raid so long ago that occurred to me recently as curious you referenced waterways in the old salt mine. Do you happen to know how far they extend? I know a adventurous person such as yourself may have explored them in youth. I expect to go back into the mountains very soon and if there is a way to swim or sail it would do my old bones a favor."
She pauses for a moment
"I do have one other question, if I may. Have their been more raids since your wedding night? I suspect the leader uniting the goblins has been removed and wont try that again but I have no way to prove it for the sake of my companions. Ah well listen to me ramble I'm sure your busy getting things organized for this wonderful spring."
She will head for the salt mines if the mayor says the waterways might be useful. Otherwise she will make her way to the edge of town where we left the first time and out a small ways to make final camp before heading back into the mountains.
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Abigail gawks, "This is Shale?! Diadochi, you have known HER all along?!" Abigail moves to keep seven feet away from Diadochi, Shale/Darkclay, and Weatherbee. "You all just keep your distance, and we may be able to still hear each other out."
((Not trusting Diadochi or the people who have largely been his contacts; Abigail readies the Dash action if Diadochi, Shale/Darkclay, or Weatherbee break the seven feet - she does not want to be within striking distance of any of these people, and will start back toward town if her bubble is broken.))
The Mayor, about 40 feet away from everyone by his house glances over, then sort of shrugs before going back to work. His guards, however, are keeping a closer eye on all parties.
Weatherbee, continuing to play the flute, looks over. Then there's a small sigh as he stops and pauses. "He sounds like you, Cora. Slowing down to watch plants," he gives a small laugh. "But, whatever you've been doing, seems to have brought more hardship on yourself. I don't want to say I told you so but," he goes back to playing his flute.
Cora takes a few steps off the porch and over towards the group. Enough room to be able to move, sprint, or leap onto the house a bit more. "Yes, you knew me as Shale. You may all call me Miss Darkclay if you'd like." She looks over the groups before giving out a small sigh. "After you all, disrupted my mission, I now need your assistance in finishing it. I am willing to pay triple what Blackmire is paying for this." Darkclay's voice gets a little bit lower. "It's a powerful object. One that needs to be kept in the sacred vaults of the Holy Temple." She gestures to the robes that cover her.
Lafetha, looking at the robes, you have no idea what branch they could belong to.
"It seems that there's a single way to get back inside. Or at least one that would not require a few extra years of work. As such, I figured turning to you all would be the best bet. When you killed the goblin Rot, you all stopped the ability to get inside. To the remainder of the temple and where-ever the relic rests." She shifts on her feet a little bit, a slight bounce back and forth. "That is why I need your help. I believe it is divine providence that a capable group, including one that I knew when I was younger, show up when I'm on my divine quest."
"It will require us working with that creature in the tree. Not my ideal way of achieving this goal, but, times call for improvisation." Darkclay shoots a look to Yaalin and Lafetha. "That includes working with apostates. For the greater good of us all."
When Diadochi asks about how they know eachother, Salby chips up from a interlude of flute playing. "Polaris Project. She was asked to come this way for her own goals, and who am I to say no to having a travel companion!"
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Diadochi stares at Abigail in disbelief, "Yes, but I didn't know that I knew her until right now. Like I said she knows me and my family, but I didn't know who she could be. There are a lot of people my family and we are by profession and hobby very sociable, so the list was quite large. it took looking her in the face to know for sure."
Abigail growls at Diadochi, still clearly upset about being put in this position.
"Wait, you want to bring Alul into this? His thirst for vengeance too great. Unless he has toned it down since last we met, his goals are drastically different than my own. I may be okay with targeting the Hn'ti's leader - almost exclusively on what little trust I still have in the words of my compatriots," glancing over at Diadochi, "but I am not looking to get paid to assist in the extermination of a whole village, which is what Alul intends to do."
((While almost a completely secular individual, Abigail actually is somewhat eased by at least the notion of the Faith getting the artifact over some wealthy individual - her personal faith being somewhat in line to a, "Sure I am Christian, my parents were, and I like Easter and sometimes go to Christmas Mass... or at least I think about going..." It also does not hurt that the individual formally known as Shale just offered a larger sum.))
Sim steps up and says “I’m sure you can understand our hesitation to side with someone who stole from us, lied to us about their identity and could be again, tried to kill goblins by promising them lies so they would sacrifice themselves for you, and tried to use us to their own ends. If the words you speak are true maybe you would submit to a mental connection to verify it.” Sim taps the helm.
Darkclay's face moves through both frustration and amusement. She rolls her shoulders a bit before twisting her head in a effort to crack her neck. The loud pops seeming to startle not only Weatherbee but a few of the farmers who glance over for a brief moment.
"It's amusing that you say steal from, but yet you're wearing something taken from a locked chest in my own place of solitude." She seems to smile a bit shaking her head. "But, I'm afraid I cannot submit to anything on that. I know exactly what it can do, and last thing I need is someone implanting a suggestion giving you all the chance to strike. Trust goes both ways, and I know you left a high body count on your way to meet up in the mountain. It would be against my own safety to follow that action."
Weatherbee gives Darkclay a look, seeming to roll his eyes.
"That being said. The only thing I stole from you all, which you owned, was some coin. What you had in your possession wasn't exactly yours, either. I'm a bit, amused you never returned them to their owner."
You all remember, Yaalin lied to the Mayor's face about having the stones when he asked about them after the goblin's attempt to steal them, and heading up on the mountain. The mayor doesn't seem to be listening, but, that could change if he hears certain key words on what has happened.
"But I do take offense at your suggestion of lying to them. Teaching them of what had happened to our world, how to find salvation, and guaranteeing their salvation in the name of the Iron Queen. That is not a lie. Those that would have given themselves freely to my divine quest, their souls shall pass to the four towers and join in eternal light. Past transgressions erased. For some, I believe they felt they had done a lot. The one who taught Rot was incredibly cruel and seemed to take joy in it. Said it was simply the way of their people."
There's a deep sigh, before she looks about the group once more. "I cannot make any of you trust me, just as I can't trust any of you yet. But, in all our encounters, while I did hide my identity for my own mission, I never caused any true harm. And my goal is to protect. Yours is that of mercenaries, hired by a unknown to gain something that they either don't know is dangerous, or know and aren't telling you. I'm open to other suggestions if you have any on how to get it done another way."
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
“You took gold from our person. I took this from a chest in an abandoned room. Not knowing you put it there. Or maybe you didn’t, maybe it was there before you found that room and you just look to twist words. You call it teaching of salvation but I doubt you came right out and said in helping you they would all die. But you are correct in the fact you can not make any of us trust you and vice versa so all I can do is promise not to implant any suggestions if you were to submit to verifying the truth of your intentions. I will use it only to verify and not harm you at this point. Down the road may be different and I won’t promise to never use it against you but for the next ten minutes I can.”
"If we work with you, we cannot bring or inform Alul - the tiger man - of our intentions unless we are able to convince him to end his wrath with the killing of the Hn'ti leader and those that stand in our way. We will also need guarantees that the Faith will work things out with the Blackmire Company to forgive our breach of contract. Your offer of pay is good, but I will still need to work someplace after we are done here."
Yaalin unfolds her arms approaching Shale/Darklay until she is only 5 or so feet from her. Keeping her voice low enough that those close could hear but the mayor and his guards shouldn't.
"I do not trust you, you do not trust me. before negotiations continue I suggest we dispense with trust for a moment and let truth speak for us."
her hand swirls in front of her before a pulse washes over the minds of everyone within 15 feet of her as a Zone of Truth washes from her, and keeping her voice low,
"I have no desire to let the Faith take control of something as powerful as you claim. and if it not as powerful as you expect I have no problem letting someone else have it. Money does not interest me and neither does blood, I know for a fact that you are responsible for ordering the attack on this town and I would love nothing more than to see the innocent dead receive their justice. I know you have no apparent qualms about letting others pay with their lives for what you desire and that is a trait that should haunt your very soul. you serve a purpose of being expendable in my duty as I suspect is the same purpose we serve to you. you will have to swear that we get the final say in who gain control of the apple should we be successful. without that promise, under a truth spell I will not work with you."
As she finishes her quiet speech she will stare down Shale/Darklay not in an intimidating way but in a steady resolved way.
Diadochi willing fails the save.
persuasion 14
Abigail fails the save.
Sim agrees to the zone of truth out loud.
Lafetha agrees to the zone of truth
Insight 25 to see if I can tell if her intentions/what she is saying seems at all truthful
It looked as if Darkclay was going to say something to the idea of Sim's and the helmet, but, the situation takes a brief turn. The moment that Yaalin begins to cast, Darkclay, Weatherbee, and some of the guards take a much stronger notice. There's a brief flicker of energy seeming to come off of Cora before, nothing. A bit of a chuckle.
"Oh. It's that."
As Yaalin moves closer, the guards begin to encircle the group. Keeping about thirty feet but the casting of spells now has everyone on edge. However Yaalin feels that neither Darkclay or Weatherbee resist the spell.
"I was not at any combat here in the town," Darkclay begins. "I was busy doing my divine and lawful duty. Perhaps you know it. The fact that it is illegal to be one such as yourself in all the lands. And we, the members of the faith, have a divine duty to purge in a effort to protect."
The grim reminder that "witches," such as those who use arcane powers, or show divine energy coming from not the faith, are killed. Some Priests and Knights are known to be judge and jury. Others enable a trial. Or banish those that are deemed 'not a threat' away. But in many communities inside the 5 Kingdoms, this is law. And nobody bats an eye to it.
"But no. That promise I will not give. I am asking for your contracted services, in which you will be justly compensated, for a task. In which I will ensure that Blackmire does not consider this a breach of contract. Perhaps, if we are all successful, I can see about making it so you and that one," she makes a head nod to Lafetha, "have a easier time back in the Kingdoms. It would be the least I could do."
She takes a small step away, putting a bit more than 5 feet between them. "However, you now know my offer. It is a term of employment. You assist me, but I get the relic and we make sure it stays locked away in the Holy Temple. I'll be at the Inn until nightfall. If you chose to accept it, meet me there. If not, then divine providence will bring us all back together regardless." She takes a look around at the guards. "But our time of being welcomed guests appears over."
Darkclay turns and heads over to Weathersbee, who stops playing his flute for a moment. They embrace in a tight hug. It looks as if Darkclay gives a tighter hug than Weathersbee, before they break. She turns and begins to walk off out of town. Weathersbee, looking over, spins his flute a few times.
"It actually is her helmet ya know," he says with a bit of a wink.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Yaalin turns to the others,
"I am not sorry I did what I just did, I am sorry that it will possibly make your lives harder." she gazes sadly directly at Diadochi, "I will not work with her. We had a plan when we started and you were all on board and yes things have changed, and yes it seems your trust has shifted elsewhere but I intend to follow our first instinct and hope you will accompany me in that pursuit."
She will let the zone fall and walk towards the mayor
She politely waits for him to have a moment and ask him if he will be willing to indulge her curiosity in some of the towns layout.
Sim follows after Cora. Quickly to catch up to her. “I just have one question. Then I will leave you alone. I want to know whether you intend to release the priestess and her evil inside the temple. If there is a way to get the Apple without releasing her and you will square things with Blackmire....I will think on it. But if you intend to let the evil out I must oppose you and I am sure you understand that. As for the helm...”
he takes it off looks at it for a moment and Holds it out to her.
“I may be a mercenary when needed but I am not a thief.”
Cora looks over at Sim, with a slght tilt in her head. She shakes her head. "I intend to destroy whatever is beyond there. It can't be allowed to exist. That is why I need your help. Cleans whatever is beyond there, then get the apple. As for if there's another way, I do not know." She looks at the helmet and chuckles a bit. "You know, if we all live through this. Give it to me after. Right now I feel it will better suit your needs than mine." She pats the helmet for a moment. "Just... never read the mind of someone you care about." She continues on her walk back into town, keeping at a slower pace than you all have seen her move before.
The Mayor looks over at Yaalin, one of the guards seeming to be following her by about 50 paces. "Well, that was interesting. Everything alright over there?" He ask before talking a bit about the layout. His house, the largest, being on the outside due to owning the land best suited to farm on. Orta's house and tree, by an abandoned part of town that nobody wants to live near. They've been taking stones from that area to build newer small houses close to the main square and the front 'gate' that's been rather ineffective. The Blood Raven is the sole proper 'building' that isn't a home and acts as a community space, along with a spot for any weary travelers. There's a cave, technically a salt mine, thats closest to Orta's. It's always cold there, but has some water that doesn't seem to freeze. Overall, there is not a city planner and seems that if you can get the rocks and materials needed to build a house, you simply just start building as long as it's not on top of someone elses. However, only the mayor has any real 'land'.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Diadochi looks up and down at the hug, what's the story there? insight 18
He'll tentatively follow Yaalin ((protection fighter)), and nod at the right moments when the Mayor speaks.
Yaalin sighs, "Who and What I am are not always welcome. I cast a harmless spell to ensure someone was telling the truth and while they made it clear they would rather see me dead..." she shakes herself, " sorry it is not your problem to deal with but yes everything is fine. You had shouted something during that raid so long ago that occurred to me recently as curious you referenced waterways in the old salt mine. Do you happen to know how far they extend? I know a adventurous person such as yourself may have explored them in youth. I expect to go back into the mountains very soon and if there is a way to swim or sail it would do my old bones a favor."
She pauses for a moment
"I do have one other question, if I may. Have their been more raids since your wedding night? I suspect the leader uniting the goblins has been removed and wont try that again but I have no way to prove it for the sake of my companions. Ah well listen to me ramble I'm sure your busy getting things organized for this wonderful spring."
She will head for the salt mines if the mayor says the waterways might be useful. Otherwise she will make her way to the edge of town where we left the first time and out a small ways to make final camp before heading back into the mountains.